My Fair Stunner

Chapter 500 Having a Sense of Propriety

Chapter 500 Having a Sense of Propriety

A tavern was always a place where good and bad mixed together.

There were countless people who got drunk and found fault every day.

So over time, it had also developed the judgement of these waiters.

When the man in the lead stopped speaking, the waiter standing in front of him said with a smile on his

face, "Hank, which man were you talking about? Tall or short? Fat or thin?"

The waiter stopped talking. Did not wait for the man to reply, he added with a smile, "Though our tavern

is small, there are a lot of customers every day. There were several men came in before you. Could

you please describe what characteristics your friend is?"

As the saying goes, never slap the smiley face.

After the waiter's words, the man in the lead looked downward and didn't see anything different on the

waiter's face. He said with a cold face, "No, arrange a private room for us."

Waiter, "Please come with me."

When speaking, the waiter brought them to the box in the opposite direction from Jake.

After settling these people, the waiter came out of the box and ran to the back kitchen to report the

situation to his boss.

The boss's face was ugly, "Are they looking for Jake?"

The waiter nodded, "Yes, and I can see that they definitely come to pick a fight."

Boss, "Who did he offend again?"

The waiter, "Not sure. Should we quietly inform Dr. Thomas and have him go through the back door?"

The boss was silent for a moment and spoke in a deep voice, "You guys go about your business. Just Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

pretend nothing happened."

The waiter took the hint, "Understand."

After talking to the waiter, the tavern owner came out of the back kitchen. Looking around the tavern,

he headed to Jake's box.

Jake was sipping wine slowly and methodically when the compartment door was suddenly pushed

open from outside.

Jake's head tilted slightly. After seeing the tavern owner's livid face, he raised his eyebrows slightly,

"Such an ugly face. Were you robbed?"

The tavern owner snorted lightly, closed the door of the room backhandedly, walked to Jake's opposite

and sat down, "I was not robbed. But you'll soon to be robbed."

Jake, "Hmm?"

Tavern owner, "Have you offended someone?"

Jake paused for a second and understood, "Is someone looking for me?"

The tavern owner, "Seven or eight big and tall men."

Jake played with his wine glass, "Beefcakes, huh?"

The tavern owner heard what he said, reached out and slapped Jake on the head, "You are crazy. At

this time you still in the mood for jokes."

Jake's body ducked back and teased, "One has to learn to enjoy oneself despite poverty."

The tavern owner, "Don't enjoy yourself now. You should think about how to escape. Pick out any one

of those men, and he will kill you."

The tavern owner stopped. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Jake, I'm not infinitely resourceful. I

can only keep you safe in my tavern."

Jake raised his hand to send wine to his mouth, "It's enough to keep me safe here."

The tavern owner, "But my tavern won't open all night and up to one or two o'clock at night. If open too

late they will certainly be suspicious."

Jake, "One or two o'clock is enough."

Tavern owner, "Call the police."

Jake laughed lightly, "Don't you want this tavern? Don't you raise your wife and children?"

Tavern owner, " ..."

Jake, "We are all adults. Be sensible. Don't waste the rest of your life for what is called brotherhood.

True brothers wish each other well."

The tavern owner frowned and did not say anything.

Those men who came to find Jake looked like evil men.

As Jake said, if he dare to call the police, then from now on this tavern wouldn't open again.

Jake stopped talking. Seeing the tavern owner did not make a sound, he took an empty wineglass and

handed it to him, "Have a drink with me."

Tavern owner, "Jake."

Jake, "I'm in a good mood today. Don't make me feel disappointed."

The tavern owner took a deep breath, reached out and picked up the jug to fill himself with wine and

drank it in one gulp.

Jake could drink much. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he was still sober.

The tavern owner raised his eyes at him, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Jake, "The clinic of mine was closed, and I'm ready to leave Cocanel tomorrow."

The tavern owner stunned, "When did that happen?"

Jake answered truthfully, "Just a moment ago."

The tavern owner pursed his lips, stunned for a long time and asked, "Have you got your revenge?"

Jake put down the glass of wine in his hand and reached for the dish, "Yeah, soon. Within these few

days."

Hearing Jake's words, the tavern owner frowned, "Do you think you worth it tossing about so many

years?"

Jake snickered, " In this lifetime, what is worthy and what is not worthy?"

Jake drank in the bistro until the early morning. He looked down, glanced the watch on his wrist and

staggered to his feet, "It's late. I have to go."

The tavern owner reached out to help him, "I'll see you out."

Jake waved his hand, "No need."

Tavern owner, "Get you to a cab as a brother."

Jake laughed in a low voice, "Okay."

Jake stopped talking and allowed the tavern owner to help him walk towards the door. Almost getting

out of the box, with the drunkenness on his face scattered, Jake raised his foot to kick the tavern

owner's belly.

The tavern owner did not expect Jake to strike him at all. He lost his balance and fell directly to the

ground.

"Jake, you fucking ..."

Not waiting for the tavern owner to finish his words, Jake had already walked out of the box and locked

the door behind him.

The tavern owner got up from the floor and rapped on the door.

Jake stood outside the door and laughed lightly, "I won't pay the bill for the meal. Next time I'll pay the

bills together."